some where on the I-5 in CA heading south
14 hours in the car
in two days.
Less actually, because we left at 1:00 pm on Friday and got back tonight (Saturday) at 7:00 pm.
It started with a casual comment."Hey, you guys wanna go to Sacramento to the State Championship Basketball games for the boys and the girls varsity teams?" I asked my kids on Tuesday.
"Sure." came their reply, unaware of the weight their casualness carried.
Drive to San Francisco, (387 miles) stay over night with Art's cousin.
Get up early the next morning and drive to Sacramento (91 miles).
Watch two basketball games, then drive home (384 miles).
The motivation is simple and clear.
It would be fun and
I think I can do it.
862 miles in 30 hours.
Only this time, I notice, I'm on a new road.
It makes me grin.
The road is called SPONTANEITY! And I’m diggin' its slickness, its sense of adventure, its well-what-the-heckness, its I-can-handle-an-unplanned-event confidence.
Two years ago, I could not have done this.
Last year I could not have done this.
4 months ago, I could not have done this.
Today, I smirk.
I did it.
Spontaneity powers my grin.
Forgiveness powers my spontaneity.
Death powers the forgiveness.
Because after his death,
after the grief lifts for longer and longer periods of time,
I see that …
(although I was sure it would).
I notice that...
(although I tried).
I realize that...
the next day
(although I doubted it would come again).
I grasp that ...
life went on,
I have faced loss,
I’m still hear.
Did you hear me???????
I'M STILL HERE!!!!!
Nothing will be as hard as those moments.
In the realization comes freedom.
Spontaneity is my new road and I’m driving it, baby, on cruise control because
On Thursday, a friend texted me and asked
“Do you want to go see Lady Gaga on Monday? VIP seats!”
As if I need VIP seats as an incentive.